Down by the stair
she had waited there.
In the white dress so pure,
With flowers in her hair.

I walked down to her.
She looked with those blue eyes,
And put her hand in my arm.
When I had started to cry

We started down the hall
through the large oaken doors
In between the pine pews
On that red carpet floor

At the end of the aile
I gave her away,
With a tear of gladness
That would help her to stay.

This was her most joyous day
and maybe it was mine.
Or could it have been,
the day she became mine.

I now look back,
on that great wondrous day,
and think of the things
I had given away.